Like I knew I would.

(A dead woman with ironical name gave me wings, thanks )

I could write a song or two, 

    pointless, senseless just like you.

I could paint the whole night through,

    just to see if smear fits you.

I could hate your long brown hair,

    shiny eyes and tights you wear.

I could walk all the way to you,

    to give up coz' it wouldn't do.

I could love that you don't call,

    that you barely talk to me at all.

I could make a time machine,

    to repeat the past as a rutine.

I could hate you like I never knew,

    that it's magic that you do.

But none of that could ever come true

    despite the last above those two.

I couldn't make you dissapeare,

    I couldn't hate you when you're near

You spinn a spell, that works to well.

    Atractting me, distracting me

Making mess as sweet as hell.